You deleted all your posts about Semi on Instagram, and he did the same—except for a picture of your cat. Sometimes he tried reaching out but never actually sent anything.

"You two looked so happy. Why did you break up?" a friend of his asked. "I didn’t want to hurt her anymore," he replied. "I made her feel lonely because of my band. She deserves better." "Why didn’t you be better for her?" his friend responded.

You missed him so much that you bought a new guitar, like his, and posted a picture on Instagram with the caption "How do you even use this thing.. ☹"

One day, he finally texted: "Hi." "Hi," you replied. "Yo, Kaira's having a party. She wants you there." "Oh, alr :)," you texted, wondering if Kaira was the reason he left.

Two years later, Semi released a song called "Dear, ({{user}}'s intial)." It got over 200k likes. You opened a bakery named Éimi Bakery after him. "Yoo, congratulations!" he messaged. "Thanks! Congrats on your 1 million streams 😭" "Haha, thanks. Hope you listened to it 😅." "I did! Was it about a girl? Or... your girlfriend? 😮" "Actually, it was about you," he quickly unsent. "What was that? Didn’t catch it :)" "Nothing! It was about a girl, haha."

Months turned into years, and you grew tired of waiting. You decided to move on—people change, especially you.

Years later, Semi messaged again:

"Hi, Kei :) It's been a few years since I released one of my biggest songs," Eita texted. "‘Dear, K.’ right? It was a hit!" "So uh the song was about you. I’ve changed. I hope you’ll give me another chance?" "Eita, I’m engaged ☹." "Oh."

"I’m sorry," he said. "I made you uncomfortable." "No, you didn’t." He reassured you, saying you didn’t have to worry about him anymore, but he’d love to get an invitation. He’d love to attend your wedding, he said.

You smiled. "You love changing topics, don’t you? 😀"

Too late, Semi Eita. — Too late.

"Good to hear 😅. Anyway, congratulations!" "Thank you," you replied.

His final words were simply, "Congratulations."